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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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284 Chs

The Start of the Consequences

Kneeling in front of the wall with his hands raised over his head, was Ken, who had a pout on his smirking face, as he avoided eye contact with Florence, Nash, and Eva, who faced down at him with solemn expressions on their faces.

Well, almost solemn, since Nash seemed to have a hard time holding back his laughter.

"Pfft, ahem, ahem" A laugh burst out of Nash's pressed lips before he coughed as a cover, but his quivering lips gave him away.

Still, he somehow halted himself before the son and father pair's eyes met and,

"Pfft, hahahahahaha!!!" Nash burst out laughing with Ken, who still managed to stop himself from laughing out loud.

However, Florence wasn't able to contain her laughter and soon burst out laughing.

"Boo, no fair!!" Eva exclaimed teary eyed before rushing back towards her room, but was caught by Ken, who held her back and began to tickle her, making her laugh out loud while squirming in his arms.